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An inward-looking poem, by Rekha, that thanks the Lord for the journey of life, exclusively for Different Truths.
The happiness and bliss Of being in this beautiful world With all its highs and lows Having learnt life’s precious lessons Life not by length of years, But by fulfilment of moments. Short indeed maybe my tour of duty But the fruits of labour are surely delicious. Enough I have seen, wish I can be blinded, And what I have heard, I need rest from all sacrilege. And surely, I don’t need your clemency, I am in a state of absolute euphoria It’s so very true, one realises the value Only after one loses or is gone forever. No opponent, no one to compete with, Enjoying the camaraderie of the divine. Time well spent, not in paltriness, But in laughter and joy, Always together and without any prejudice The quietude and calm that I feel, Being in the Kingdom of Heaven Forced to wonder, to contemplate, The world I left behind would be akin Where relationships, I wish Would be more worthwhile and meaningful Death, unlike life, has a precise connotation It’s a journey to the more existent Why do I then need to feel trepidation? As the curtain falls, in a few fleeting moments. Life well lived, with purpose and in love Death too will be a rewarding escapade. Leaving behind all that was mine No feeling of despair, but only my triumph. Born alone, we also die unchaperoned With none to succour or pacify As I drift into an everlasting sleep, My soul on yet another exciting travel A journey across the spectrum of time To be embraced and held by Him To meet with my loved ones, Waiting to welcome me with open arms. Without any regret or penitence The aching desire to leave a world, Filled with malice, jealousy, and hostility Into a world, purer and more transcendent Sacred in deeds and honest in thoughts Where conversations are melodious, And feelings as light as a feather, Receiving love so sterling and unscathed. To be missed by all I leave behind, Engulfed in a sense of trance, As I am lifted in spirits and reverence Ready to finally meet my maker I stand with my head bowed This, my dream, my prayer, my desire Waiting for that divine moment to arrive, And I shall bid adieu to this world.
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